Kaisel
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Kaisel had never led a tour before, but he knew showmanship was an absolute must for the role. That's why he'd made up the story about the start of the Dragoons. There was definitely some truth mixed in, but Kaisel had never scored particularly well on his history tests, too dull, and well, his version just made sense. "Sure thing, right this way, sir." Kaisel motioned with his hand and began to lead them towards a much more open area of the Nest. Where stone walkways had slightly echoed their steps, the training area had dirt, sand, and mats. Different sections for different purposes. In various nooks and crannies, there were wood and straw dummies, and armor and weapon racks full of wood and steel tools alike, as well as many bandages. "You looking to get in a training sesh?" Kaisel had halted to let the man take in the training section, tilting his head a bit.
Not forgetting the other thing Hadama had asked, Kaisel straightened up a bit more, and when they stood close together, he answered cautiously. "The city mostly functions the same," Kaisel admitted, but wasn't done. "Everyone is on edge, you never know what corner you take, and there they'll be. You already know they listen, but it feels more so here. But... overall, I don't see them much." It was a weird feeling. Like he was always being watched, but whenever he looked, he couldn't see anyone. "A lot of the Dragoons have been choosing distant missions.".
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
